A couple of pics from the wedding...

5 Questions governing my life...as you read...

1. Why do I need to learn how to develop an Access Database, when my concentration in Project Management?
2. Would a date with a guy 15 years my senior be foolish? (I am 25 and he is 40)
3. When and how will my life change?
4. Why do people let jelousy run their life?
5. Why is it such a pain to get my arse to the gym, but yet feel so good when I walk out?

Three Day Weekends...

I LOVE three day weekends, just when you are getting through Sunday... BAM, you realize, there is one more day of fun and games.... and to make things even better, your up-coming work week, is a four day week! I love it.

Well I couldn't have asked for a better three days off. Saturday, I spent the day shopping. I hate shopping... at the mall at least. I am one of those people that when I need something, I know exactly where to look for it, and when I go to buy it, I go straight to get it, pay, and out the door. Well the only reason I didn't mind this shopping event, was because it worked out perfectly. I had a wedding to attend on Sunday (I Know, I know... who gets married on a Sunday right?), well I needed to get a dress and heels, because as I mentioned I rarely shop, so the clothe I have are jeans, tanktops, pumas, adidas... nothing too flashy, nothing too fashionable. Anyway, I was afraid that shopping for a dress, was going to be the end of me. Fortunately, it was not. I went to Macys on Saturday at about noon, tried on about 5 different dresses, and by 1:30... I had found a dress. Needless to say, I was a happy girl. This left me with the shoes. Now a sad fact, was that the "dressy" heels I own, were last worn for my highschool graduation... which was about 7 years ago... egh! What can I say, when I party, I definitely, don't wear heels!

Well after a few hours, I found some nice "dressy" heels at Nordstrom. So this left me with LEARNING HOW TO WALK IN HEELS! Let me just point something out to all the fellas out there... you do not know how hard it is to be a women. Seriously. Leaving aside, the pain we will (most likely) go through to bare children... we ALSO have to walk in heels. And (although I can't speak on baring children) I CAN say, heels hurt like bitch!

Which brings me to Sunday... the wedding... after spending a couple hours straightening my hair, and what not, I slipped the dress on, brushed some blush on my cheeks, and glossed my lips for the night. Not to sound conceded, but I have to say, I clean up pretty well. Now please understand that all my hard work to look good, was for the main purpose of a self confidante boost. You see this particular wedding, was of a good friend of mine who is also Guatemalan (Central American), and a well know fact is that about, oh 99.99999% of Central Americans are about 5'ft. tall... no greater.... which puts me (5'10ft. and with heels, well over 6'ft.) the tallest one there... (not excluding the guys). So I truly was there for the celebration. And it was a great wedding, steak and lobster, salad, pasta, good cake and great music. What else can you ask for?

Monday was even better. I did nothing! Ok I take it back. I laid out by the pool for a few hours, swam a little with my 3 year old cousin, and then did laundry... but it was still... a great day.

And now... work. It should be a nice short week... :)

Co- Dependency... A bad thing!

And it's Thursday. I can't believe how fast this week has passed. I've been swamped with school work, mainly because I left too many assignments for the last minute. What can I say, I work better under pressure... sometimes. OH and I'm also a procrastinator.

More and more, I feel the need to move out. I live with my mother, 3 older siblings, a 13 year old nephew and four dogs (one is mine). Yes we have a full house. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not there by choice. You see, we live in a nice, safe neighborhood, and if I were to move out, the rest of them would not be able to afford the rent, leading them to have to move. So this is where my conscious come in (damn it). I would feel bad, if my nephew had to change schools, and have to attend a bad neighborhood. He wouldn't have the freedom he gets now, where he can play in the front yard, or walk over to the park, a few blocks away.

All in all I think the major problem is we (my siblings and I) are so co-dependent of each other. We are, in a sense, living in a "marriage". Any decision we make, weather it be financial, or professional, effects the other greatly. Which in turn, is a bad thing.

I think I have the hardest time with it, because I am a bit anal when it comes to my finances, my credit, and reputation. I balance my checkbook, I save a little every pay check, I pay may bills on time, I work hard, study harder, and still manage to squeeze in some fun. I set goals, and I accomplish them. But when one of my sibs enters a hardship, they come to me for help. I wouldn't mind it, but sometimes, I end up getting screwed. Whether they don't pay me in full, or it takes them forever to pay.

I do have a plan though. I expect to make a few grand more once I finish my BA, which in turn, would give me the ability to pay out "mother" support. This will free up my finances and would lead me to be able to buy a condo... or something small.

GOAL!

I went to see the movie Goal! yesterday... it wasnt too bad. Definately a chick flick... but for my lady friends out there... all I have to proove it... is the followoing pics.

Enough said? I think so!

My fear...

For as long as I can remember I have had a fear of strippers. In the occasional birthday party, or even a bachelorette party, the minute I find out a stripper has been hired, I know, I won't show up. Call me wussy, or even a nerd.. I just don't care for them, I don't have one exact answer for it, I just know they gross me out.

Well last night I think my friend planned some sort of intervention (I could have kicked her ass). Well, she invited me over for her cousins bachelorette party, and knowing full well how I feel about them, she neglected to tell me, they had hired 3... yes THREE strippers to come. Of course I didn't find this out until the first stripper walked in...

I tell you though, it still didn't work. I still don't like them, and I still get grossed out. I guess I just don't find anything attractive about a guy, waxed from head to toe, dancing and rubbing up against women with a g-string on. egh!

D is for disaster

Phew... what a day it has been. One disaster after another. It has been major overload at work, because we are in the prime of producing samples for our upcoming line reviews next week, I have a stack of sample I need to get ready... also, I am so behind in school work because of those five days I took off for Hawaii.... and to add to the chaos, my aunt is visiting from out of the country.

The hardest disaster yet was my HW issues. I started this database for school earlier today... and through my breaks, and lunch time I completed it.... but when it came to up loading it to submit on the school website, I couldn't find the damn database.... I checked every where, temp files, removable memory stick, I even searched using the "updated..." field... I think I found it... UGH. I just dont see why I need extensive data base knowlege, when my concentration is in Project Manager.

Oh well!

I am pealing like crazy from the bad sunburn I got. It's also begin to itch... I tell you it's quite a site me walking down the halls at work with skin pealing off and me scratching my belly and forearms.... I am sure TC will fall for me in no time! :)

Positive Note: Tomorrow is a short day.... :)

Hawaii 2006

Waikiki Beach, May 2006
Photo by F. Gonzalez (me)

Awww Hawaii... it was beautiful. It was great. It was awesome!
I relaxed, all day... every day and spent most of my days out on the beach. I didn't read, I didn't check e-mail, I didn't even watch TV... Ok, I'm lieing... I couldn't miss part 1 of the season finale of Grays Anatomoy.... did anyone watch it? It was SOOOOOO good. We squeeled so loud at the end... that our hotel room "neighbor" pounded on the wall, to get us to shut up. It the funiest thing ever... after the pounding, all four of us (grown women) froze, starred at each other and started laughing... good times, good times!

I am off...

I am off to Hawaii!

Monday Facts…

I woke up super late. 7:30am… mind you, I am scheduled to be at work at 8:00am. Yeah… I made it in at 8:10. Not Bad... eh? eh?

At lunch I ran over to the mall to get my eye brows threaded, and while the woman was doing them, I could smell the perfume she had (apparently) rubbed on her wrist. It smelled really good, it was Burberry… so far the only perfume I will buy and wear is Lacost, but Burberry might just make it on to my shelf!

I ran into a co-worker at the mall later that night. She is really nice, but is one of those older woman who can talk your ear to death… without you saying a word.

I am SO ready for Hawaii. I’m packed, and ready for a week of R&R!

Kelly Clarkson? Maybe not today!

I tend to be fairly easy going… I don’t pay too much attention to detail, I am all about exploring, and learning from your experiences, and when there is a problem, instead of wasting time scrutinizing and finger pointing the cause, it’s better to look ahead and develop a solution. Well, this all became a little hazy last night. Don’t worry, I still kept my cool!

So, seeing as how I am getting ready to vacation next week, I wanted to do something cool, and different to my hair. So I decided to go ahead and do the Kelly Clarkson look… with a about 2 shades darker… (Yeah, I know, accident waiting to happen).

Well I went Tuesday, with pictures, in hand to get the job done. So the hair dresser (HD) starts off really well. She shows me a few swatches and totally sounds like she knows what she is doing, (I mean, this is her job… right?). So she starts coloring away. 1.5 hours later… she washes off the color… and vuala … I am left with platinum, blond highlights over dark hair. –I was good though. I kept my cool, and told her she needed to darken it. So here we go again. She put a “toner” to tone down the blonde, and 1 hour later… I am faced with pale, yellow high lights. –Again… I kept my cool, I figured… it is what it is… let’s just fix it. Well I tell her again, it needs to be darker. So here we again… (you know.. some say 3^rd time is the charm… I say.. HA!). Well she “tones” it some more. And another hour later… and now 9:30pm I am left sporting nice pale pale yellow high lights. –So of course, being that it’s almost 10pm, I’m exhausted, she is exhausted, and the salon manager is glaring at me… Well I tell her… let me sleep on it, and if I still don’t like it tomorrow morning, I will call you.

Well needless to say, I was back there next evening. You see, once I saw my hair in actual day light… I realized… it wasn’t pale yellow, it was green. Apparently, when blonde coloring is mixed with certain chemicals… it turns hair green… So anyway, she starts to “fix it” again… tones it… tones it some more, and when we are done… 1 hour later… I have nice beautiful, auburn high lights… and again, this is not what I wanted… So I finally I said… just color it all dark brown. I’m tired, my hair is going to fall off if I keep doing this, (and although it sounded pleasing, not to have to worry about coloring, I opt not to be bald).

SO… 8 hours and $140.00 later, my hair color is the same color I walked in with.

My lesson learned you ask? Patience is a virtue!

Mixed Feelings

A Day Without The Immigrant!?!?